The fragile sky is resisting the breakthrough of the storm,
But, it seems she is losing the battle.
She has been overcome by electric overtones of lightning,
And, purple thunder,
Coming out of the minds of monster clouds,
By winds,
Tearing out of the mouths of Titans,
In this space between bird and death,
Where lovers turn into flowers,
Where seeds grow, with or without fruit,
And, gods with eyes as spiral as the galaxy,
Come to visit the landscapes of my life.
Angry rain, midnight blue,
Thick and quick,
Has come to drown everything already gone,
Leaving nothing but right now,
Flash floods washing out my mind,
Never drying out,
No possibility of tomorrow’s sun.

The raging wind is racing away from the end,
Taking everything with it,
Replacing the tumbleweed and waterfalls of yesterday,
The pink sawgrass and long-gone rainbows,
The memories of a hundred cities,
With white out skies and inundations,
Soaring into the echoes of clouds,
Covering the horizon, grown into giants,
Reverberating on the edges of my mind,
Breathing a wavering, receding mirage,
Soon to be given up, even by ghosts,
Abandoned by the restless bones of yesterday,
Buried beneath the leaves,
Left behind by the residual emotions of skeletons,
And, the marrow inside of cracked bones,
To be covered by kudzu and dirges,
Waiting for the sunshine of tomorrow,
Not even memories left.

I am in a dream,
A dream of chaos,
Crystallized into jungles and forests,
Every tree alive,
Every leaf with its own direction.
I am seeking my way out,
Or, my way in.
I am trying to find out how I fit into the landscape.
I am seeking the colors which disturb my emotions,
Fill my soul,
And, feed my spirit.
I am following the pathways recommended by clouds,
And, I am recognized only by animals,
Who are seeking an attitude to match their own,
And, who know me only by my intentions.

A bird has landed
Somewhere in the mottled shadows of the forest
Listening to the echoes of his own songs
Waiting for the arrival of clouds
And, showers of rainbows
Hoping no one out there is trying to get him

Let us be bold today.
Let us sing of red and passion,
As loud as the laughing hawk,
And, as colorful as the screaming clouds.
Let us throw ourselves onto a canvas,
And, into a future,
Where everything is waiting,
And, anything can happen.

It was a glorious day. The sun rose like the blossoming of a rainbow flower and the forest was full of colors, as though it had something to say to seekers of beauty and lovers and lonely hearts.
The heartbeat of the earth is dancing in the leaves, excited by the expansive air, thrilled by red shadows, my eyes as modest as the morning, your hands as strong as the earth.

Let me sit here a while longer,
in the calm sunlight,
in the quiet wind,
watch the clouds come and go.
I will be as silent as a green lizard,
a smooth rock,
grass beneath the trees,
the taste of lemon in the air,
cinnamon in the red leaves.

The moonlight excites me. Especially the full moon, close to the horizon, grandiose and golden. This “painting” was done in my brand new software, ArtRage Oil, an android app (free download), and pretty good. Inspired by a night from once before, a magical night, in the Everglades, alligators howling, rustling under the stillness, dreaming of shadows, stars obscured by the moon’s splendor. This is my first painting in ArtRage and I like it. It is of the moonrise over the Dragon Fields behind the campsite at Long Pine Lake. Hope you like it too.